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[gunlegs]

Since there's more than two Cybertronians stuck together, I'm gonna be hammering in a gentle reminder that the Tyrest Accord still exists as long as I'm here. And that means no spreading any of our wartime scrap to anyone on this station. Any of it. Specially if you enjoy your freedom and your health.

To any of you fleshy types: If some two-bit Decepticon lowlife comes in offering something too good to be true, something particularly gruesome and good at making things you don't like explode - just don't even bother. Their faction name isn't there for fun. You'd be surprised how many times organics have fallen for the 'used antimatter cannon' routine.

My name's Fortress Maximus, by the way.

[Yes, it's a mouthful. Some robots have one of those names.]

I'll be here if you're having trouble with any of our lunkheads.

Comments

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[aerospacecommander]

In my universe he doesn't seem to like fighting. Not that I've ever really hung out with the Autobots or anything.

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[rodders]

Here's a tip: ours doesn't like Decepticons very much.

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[aerospacecommander]

[Hmm.]

Why Hot Rod, are you concerned for my well being? How thoughtful of you.

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[rodders]

( IT'S FUCKING RODIMUS, GODDAMN IT. )

You know what? I take everything back - go ahead and start an illegal arms business with the organics. But don't come yelling at us when he decides you could stand to lose an arm or two.

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[aerospacecommander]

Too late. You already let everyone know that you care about me.